#had me wishin I were gone

[chosisbox]

Watched JJK0 again and the Teacher AU is my way to cope

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanart #satoru gojo #getou suguru #geto fanart #gojo fanart #satosugu #teacher au #anime fanart #clip studio paint #digital fanart #sketch #art #fanart #my beloved #the ways in which you talk to me #had me wishin I were gone #totally not crazy about them #chosie art

[lamemeduturfu]

gege I'll catch u before kms because of them WHEN I CATCH U GEGE

The ways in which u talk to mee

Suguru

Had me wishiin I were gooone

Satoru

help HELP

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[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

#🌞🍃spliffymae #Spotify #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #haikyu x black reader #anime x black!reader #angst #black yn

[rebelwrites]

Eight: Highs And Lows

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

WARNINGS: this is such an emotional chapter, heavy themes of dementia

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Stepping out onto the small wooden stage, I felt the bile rise in my throat as I looked out across the bar seeing everyone’s eyes were on me. I was about to show the world my vulnerabilities, my insecurities and a part of me that I had lost. In a way this was me trying to find myself once again, I had spent far too long trying to be a superhero when in reality I was just plain old Nova.

Wrapping my fingers around the neck of my guitar, I let out a shaky breath trying to remember how free I felt when I sang.

You can do this!

Letting my eyes flutter closed I let the backing track wash over me, feeling the beat take over my soul as I started strumming the strings on my guitar, “So he's gone and left you all alone, think the better of your years were spent with him. The little girl who used to dance, on fire and brimstone, is all but dead,” my voice was shaky to start with but I quickly found my rhythm as the music took over my body.

“Where's the girl I knew that held a lighter up to the radio. She'd do anything she wants, because she can. We were seventeen and wild and we were jumpin' on the Devil's bed, I didn't raise you like that,” finally opening my eyes, I looked over to Pops’ booth, seeing the tears form in his eyes tugged at my heart. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin' on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass, and you screamed on high I'm alive.”

It only seemed right that this was the first song I openly sang, John Teller was the man I called my father, the man that taught me right from wrong, the man that took me in when my dead beat biological parents chose drugs over me. This was the song he always used to sing to me when I was having a bad day, it always reminded me who I was.

“You can say that cat is long gone, I bet you look real hard you can find that girl within. She's probably waitin' in the wings, for you to come along, let her out again. You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses and some gasoline,” I was putting my all into this song, in a way this was my way of speaking to myself, reminding myself that I needed to be myself. Not hiding behind this superhero image I had made myself into in order to keep my head above water. It was time that I was true to myself, it was the only way I was going to be able to move forward.

My gaze locked with Charles, there was something about the way he was looking at me that nearly made my resolve crumble into pieces. Tears threatened to spill over my lash line as I belted out the song. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire, racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin', on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass and you screamed, I'm alive.”

For the first time in a while I felt free, the worries about showing the world my vulnerable side quickly dissolved as the music wrapped around me like a soothing blanket, as if it was protecting me from the outside world. I knew the final part of the song was coming up, I refused to break eye contact with Charles, I just hoped that he understood what I was trying to express to him through the song, especially with the last line.

“I'm alive. You wanna meet a girl I used to know, let's take a drive.”

Spinning around I let out a shaky breath, carefully placing the guitar back in the stand before turning back to face everyone in the room. Jax was wolf whistling, Pops was crying and everyone else was clapping. Nothing could take the smile off my face right now I was in my element as I jumped off the stage making way over to the corner my family were huddled in.

The moment I got within touching distance Jax pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “that gave me fucking chills, Squirt,” he hummed, squeezing me tight. Wiggling out of his grasp I took Pops’ hands in mine, the proud watery smile that was on his face told me everything.

“I’ve missed your singing,” he whispered, squeezing my hand, “seeing you up on that stage took me back to when you used to put on your own concerts in the living room, singing into your hairbrush.”

Oh god he was going to spill off of my embarrassing moments in front of the guy I was currently crushing hard on. I needed to be sitting down for this, Jax being the ass he was, had taken the space next to Pops meaning the only spot left for me was next to Charles. Right now I wanted the world to swallow me whole, especially when Jax jumped in on the action as well, he loved any chance he could to tease me.

“Oh yeah, you used to make us sit through a whole damn performance, home made tour t-shirts included,” Jax smirked. I could see where this was going, he had a mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke, “you even made him set up the camcorder to make it an official tour, even though it only ever happened in the living room.”

“Now that I would love to see,” Charles chuckled, nudging my shoulder as I sat back in the same spot as earlier.

“I think Pops still has the VHS,” Jax winked, causing me to flip him the bird.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jackson Teller,” I growled through gritted teeth, “if that video ever manages to make it to the surface I will personally take a sledgehammer to your Harley and your dirt bike.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Try me, asswipe!” I shrugged, downing a glass of amber liquid but I nearly ended up spraying Jax with whiskey from across the table as I felt Charles try to slyly move his arm around me. It was the classic fake yawn trick but even so the action caused my heart rate to double.

“You okay?” Jax asked, cocking his brow, I could tell he noticed Charles’ movement by the smirk on his face.

“Wrong hole,” I breathed, reaching for a napkin to wipe my face. My head was spinning and not from the alcohol or performing, this was the most contact I had with Charles since he arrived in town and I was starting to freak out, especially when he scooted over in the booth, his leg pressing against mine. In my head I told myself that it was only to allow Elenor to sit in between him and Pierre.

For the next few hours we ate, drank and laughed. Everything felt natural, the more time I spent with Charles and Pierre it felt like we had been friends for years, the conversation never dried up, there were never any awkward moments even when Elenor spilt her drink all over Charles’ hoodie.

He made out that it didn’t matter when Elenor started to freak out, her bottle lip was wobbling, her bright blue eyes were shield by tears that threatened to fall. Charles ignored his wet hoodie to console Elenor. Watching him wrap his arms around her, running his hand over the back of her head trying to get her to calm down warmed my heart, he was so good with her. Once he was happy she was okay, he attempted to take the wet garment off without making anyone move. As he pulled his arms over his head, his t-shirt rode up giving me the perfect view of his toned stomach.

The sight made my heart skip a beat, I needed to distract myself, I could feel my skin heat up, to the point I knew my cheeks were bright red. Pulling my gaze away from his abs I tried to find anything else to look at but in turn I ended up catching Pierre’s eye, smirking at me knowingly. The moment Charles’ hoodie hit the table I grabbed it mumbling into the air, “let me take care of this,” before I scurried out to the back where we kept the industrial tumble dryer. This thing always amazed me, it dried items super quick meaning I had an excuse to not be at the table whilst I waited for his hoodie to dry.

Stepping out of the back door I placed a cigarette between my lips, the sound of the birds in the trees gave me something other than my racing heart to focus on. The sun was starting to set which provided a welcome breeze, but it wasn’t enough. I was so close to grabbing a pack of frozen peas out of the freezer to try to cool my face down.

My mind was spinning with everything that had happened this evening. I was relieved that Pops loved the performance, I couldn’t lie it did feel good to get back up on the stage. My thoughts drifted back to Charles, I swear the connection between us was getting stronger by the second even though we hadn’t spoken that much. There was just something about him that set my entire world on fire.

It was like our souls had been entwined in a previous lifetime.

I stayed outside until I had got my nerves under control, even if it meant I smoked two cigarettes back to back, dropping the butt into the bucket by the door. I pushed myself off the wall, taking a deep breath, exhaling loudly before heading back inside to check on the progress on the dryer.

Once I had rejoined the table I dropped Charles’ sweater in front of him, the confused look on his face made me giggle, “we have a commercial dryer, don’t worry I ain’t a hoodie thief,” I shrugged. My words caused a large smile to appear on his face as I sat back down next to him. This time he didn’t try to be sly about his movements, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” he whispered, letting his fingers run over the back of my hand like he was drawing something.

“I wasn’t gonna let you sit in wet clothes all night,” I smiled, boldly resting my hand on his knee, “I ain’t cruel.”

It was like it was only me and him in the room, these small touches made me realize how much I missed the intimacy of being with someone. It was like someone had put us in a protective bubble allowing us to openly flirt with each other. That was until Pierre coughed bringing us back down to the real world.

“You two need to get a room,” he smirked, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

“What does that mean, Auntie Nova?” Elenor asked, looking up from her coloring book.

“Nothing, baby,” I giggled, before narrowing my eyes at Pierre causing him to hold his hands up in defense.

“You need to watch this one Charles, she’s feisty,” Pierre hummed with a large smile on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the look on Pops’ face had changed, he had gone from smiling to throwing daggers across the table at me and Charles. The knot in my stomach made itself known once again, I knew the expression on Pop’s face all too well.

“You just have to flirt with everyone don’t you Gemma,” he spat, slamming his palm onto the table causing me to flinch at the sudden movement. “You can’t be fucking faithful if you tried!”

Tears pricked my eyes, normally I could deal with his episodes but this one cut deep, it felt personal. The fact he thought I was Gemma made me want to throw up, I was nothing like her, never have been and never will be but for some reason in his head right now that's who he saw me as. I had never moved so fast in my life, pushing Charles’ arm off me, moving so I was crouched in front of Pops

“Pops, it’s me,” I whispered, placing my hand on his arm, “it’s Nova.”

“Get off me,” he shouted, pushing me backwards causing me to fall on my ass.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at Charles and Pierre. “Can one of you get her out of here please, she doesn’t need to see this. I have a feeling it won’t be pretty.”

Both boys quickly moved out of the booth, Pierre taking Elenor's hand guiding her out of the firing zone, she didn’t need to see her Poppy like this. Charles was now standing in front of me, offering his hand for me to take, he had an apologetic smile on his face as he helped me off the floor.

“You never could keep your hands to yourself could you!” Pops growled at me, pushing himself to his feet so he could square up to me, “whenever there was someone new in town you would be all over them like a rash, not caring about me.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling freely down my cheeks, I knew his words weren’t aimed at me but they still hurt. Especially knowing that he thought I was his ex-wife.

“Pops, Gemma is dead!” I said, trying not to lose my temper, reminding myself that he wasn't himself right now.

He hadn’t had an outburst this bad in a while, seeing the man I looked up too lose all control like this completely broke me. There was nothing anyone could do, we just needed to ride it out but I knew the way he was looking at me right now was going to be burned into my soul.

My heart was in pieces, the man standing in front of me wasn’t one I recognised. Roughly wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand I tried to stop the tears from falling but nothing was working. The whole bar had fallen silent at Pops’ outburst, I needed to get out of the room, right now it felt like the walls were starting to close in on me trying to squeeze the life out of my body.

“Sunshine, you okay?” Charles asked, placing his hand on my lower back. His touch provided some calmness to the whirlwind of a situation.

“I need to be alone right now,” I sniffled, knowing my make up was well and truly fucked right now. Shrugging Charles’ hand off me, I let out a shaky breath as I tried to move through the bar but it was just my luck that everyone was standing between me and the door blocking my escape.

“Can everyone fucking move out of my way!” I growled, not caring how harsh I sounded.

“Nova,” Jax called out to me, he knew that he shouldn’t follow me, although when I saw a packet of cigarettes flying through the air I weakly smiled at him, catching the smokes with ease, before slipping through the main doors of the bar.

The moment I finally got outside the summer breeze hit my face, my world had just been tipped upside down in the space of five minutes. Feeling the wall take the weight of my body, I didn’t try to hold myself up instead I slumped to the floor pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs took over my body.

Any happiness I felt had now been washed away by Pop’s reaction. I never would have predicted he would act the way he did, seeing me with someone. This was how my life went, one moment I was on top of the world, feeling invincible to feeling the lowest I had felt in a while within a matter of minutes.

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[nenilein]

Drama CD #1-1: The Genie of Wishes in the Underground Ruins (ENG)

[DISCLAIMER: This translation was made by me! Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit the translator correctly!]

INTRO

Arle: Drama CD Puyo Puyo! 

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STORY

Narrator: A dark underground ruin crawling with dangerous monsters… This is the setting of a certain legend the people tell. It is said that within this ruin a being known as the “Genie of Wishes” has been sealed, and that he shall grant but a single wish of whoever comes to break this seal… 

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Arle: Hah! There! One, two… Ice Storm!

SFX: *Monster dying shriek*

Arle: I did it!

SFX: *bouncing*

Carbuncle: Gugu! Gugugu!

Arle: Oh! Carby’s using that Puyo as a trampoline! That sure looks fun!

Arle: But this isn’t the time! C’mon, we gotta hurry on along!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

SFX: *their footsteps as they run further into the labyrinth*

Arle: It sure has been a while since we’ve gone on this sort of adventure, hasn’t it? Let’s make sure that the first people to break the seal on the wishin genie sealed at the center of this dungeon will be us! Okay, Carby?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu!

Arle: Yeah, you’ve right! That’s why we’ve gotta speed up! I mean, what if somebody’s already gotten in here before us?

Witch: Howdy!

Arle: WARRRGH!! …Witch? Don’t scare me like that, geez!

Witch: Oh, c’mon, gimme a smile! Say ‘Howdy!’

Arle: H-Howdy…? Wait, if you’re here, then that means… You’re after the wishing genie too, aren’t you? 

Witch: Yep, guess I am.

Arle: Then you leave me no choice! Let’s battle!

Witch: Now, hold on a minute! Personally, I’ve got no intentions of scuffling with you, Arle!

Arle: Huh?

Witch: I mean, this dungeon is dangerous, like, VERY dangerous. And I’m just a frail little witchling, oh, however will I make it through here on my own? So I was thinking, Arle, how about you and I team up for this adventure? 

Arle: Heh? Um, well… 

Witch: Oh, please, please, pretty please? Do it for your old friend Witch~? 

Carbuncle: Gugu…?

Arle: I mean, if you really wanna party up that bad… I guess…

Witch: …As if~…Ohohoho…

Witch:  Gotcha guard down! Meteo!!

SFX: *attacking sound*

Arle: Heheh! Not a chance!!

SFX: *spellcasting and attacking sounds*

Witch:  WHOA!!

Arle:  I knew it! You were never the type to play nice. I figured you had some kind of ulterior plan, so I made sure to prepare a counter attack when you weren’t paying attention!

Witch:  Urgh…This blows…

Arle: You stay here and take a little nap now. 

Witch:  Hmpf! This isn’t fair, you know! 

Arle: Right back at you! Seriously… Anyway, Carby, let’s move on!

SFX: *footsteps*

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Witch: W-WAIIIIT!

SFX: *they keep running*

-

Arle: *sigh* So Witch made it here too… And if she did, then I bet-

Carbuncle: *gasp* GUGU!!

Arle:  Huh? Carby?

Schezo:  Hmpf… Arle. It would see you too have laid your sights upon the legendary Genie of-

Arle: YES, BINGO!! I KNEW it was gonna be Schezo next~!

Schezo:  What the- S-STOP POINTING AT ME! My face is NOT your bingo sheet!

Arle: Geez, it’s just a figure of speech, calm down! By the way, what’s it you’re after today? My magic power or that of the wishing genie?

Schezo:  Hmpf. I shall answer you. What I desire… is BOTH! 

SFX: *sword slash*

Arle: Ack! Rushing forward and attacking is not cool! 

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Schezo: It is your own fault for neglecting your guard! Finally, today will be the day that I shall make you my own! Oh, roar, my Dark Sword! 

Arle:  Urgh! I can’t fall behind…

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Arle:  Judgement! 

Schezo: That won’t suffice! I am more than ready to neutralize and counter that attack! Sting Shade!!

SFX: *blast*

Arle:  Argh! Schezo is always so strong…!

Schezo: Hmpf. Are you ready to beg for your life now? …W-Wait! What is that there dangling from your hip? It is… so round! 

Arle:  That? Oh, that’s a good luck charm Amitie gave me a while back. It’s a little plush figure that looks like an acorn frog. I think it’s really super-

Schezo: Uhh… it’s so cuuuuute…!

Arle: Yeah, right? It’s super cute and…! Wait, huh? 

Schezo: Such a lovely sight…! While the real thing is already unsurpassable in its adorableness, seeing a plush figure modeled in its image is just too…!

Arle: Um, Schezo? Anybody still home in there…? 

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu…

Schezo: Right now, there is nothing… NOTHING I desire more than to have YOU!!

Arle: Ah… um… You mean… the plush, right? Okay, anyway…

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Arle: Seriously, how can he leave himself wide open like that… Urgh… I can’t even feel any good about this, but… let’s just get this over with.

Arle: MIND BLAST!

SFX: *blast, cartoon birds tweeting*

Schezo: WAAAARGH!

Arle: Critical hit straight to the brain, huh? Anyway, you spend some time recovering from the mind-melt here now!

Schezo: *lisping* Uhh… uhh… Where’sh this? What wash I… doing…? 

Arle: Okay, Carby. Let’s hurry on along!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

SFX: *footsteps as they leave*

-

Arle: We’re pretty far in now, huh?

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Arle:  I’m pretty sure we’re just about due for her now…

Rulue: OH-HOHOHOHO!

Arle: *sigh* Yeah… There’s the laugh. I figured. I knew she’d show up. But, still..

Rulue: I had a feeling you would be here, Arle! 

Arle: Hey there… Rulue…

Rulue: You must also be searching for the Genie of Wishes. But in the end I will be one to undo the seal! And then I shall have a GORGEOUS wedding with my darling prince, Satan!

Arle: Yeah. That stupid, bland wish sure sounds like you.

Rulue: *shrieking* What are you calling “stupid” and “bland”!? Arle! Not only must you always stand in the way of my romance with my Satan, but now you’re also being so incredibly rude to me!!

Arle: What did I even do!? It’s Satan who’s obsessed with chasing me, not the other way around! 

Rulue: *shriek* You will pay for this…! I will shut you up for good with my marvelous martial arts techniques! 

Arle: *sigh* Yeah, of course this is where this conversation went.

Rulue: I will NOT hold back for a second! 

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Rulue: Queen’s Dance!

Arle: AAAAAAHH!!

SFX: *blast, more chaining sounds*

Arle: AHH, she sure still knows how to pack a punch! Urgh, and I’m still powered out from casting earlier. I really was hoping to avoid more battles… Looks like I’ve got only one choice!

Rulue: Come now, Arle. What’s wrong? Show me your best shot!

Arle: Hey, Rulue! Look behind you! It’s Satan!

Rulue: Such an obvious lie! That trick won’t work on me.

Arle: But Rulue, he’s waving at you~

Rulue: Ungh… As if I’d fall for this…!

Arle: Oh! And now he’s winking at you!

Rulue: …Uhhh….uhh…!

Arle: Ah! He just blew you a kiss!

Rulue: …She’s lying… I know she’s lying, but… Oh, why must you betray me, my foolish heart…!? OH, MY DARLING, SATAN~!!

Arle: Hngh! Fireball!

SFX: *chain sound, blast*

Rulue: AAAAAHHH!

Arle: Sorry for this, Rulue. But I really don’t think you should have THAT wish granted~!

Rulue: How dare you… AAAARLE!!

SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*

Rulue: COME BACK HERE, RIGHT NOW!

-

SFX: *still running*

Arle: *pant, pant…* …Ahh!! There it is! The final door!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

Arle: The wishing genie is sealed behind that door! And we’re first in line to unseal him!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

SFX: *gate opening*

SFX: *slow footsteps*

Satan: Truely, Arly, Carbunny! You two ARE first in line! Let me congratulate you! …Or, well, you would be first. If one were to not count me! The great monarch of the night, Satan!

Arle: Satan? You’re here too!?

Satan: I had a feeling you would not miss your chance to visit this place, so I waited here. Hah. And you have done well defeating the many opponents in your path and making it here first! I expected no less of you, Arle! You are truly worthy of being my wedded empress! 

Arle: I keep telling you! I’ll NEVER be your “empress”! *sigh* How many times have I said that line now? I’ve kinda lost count. 

Carbuncle: Gugu-gu…

Satan: Now, now, there’s no need to be flustered! WAHAHAHAHA!!

Arle: This is really bad… Satan may be a moron, but he’s also really super powerful…!

Satan: Now, Arly, Carbunny, time to stop playing coy! Else I’ll have to be a liiiittle forceful in escorting you out of her~!

Arle: *sigh* Overthinking this isn’t going to help… Let’s get this going, Satan!

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Arle: Hah! There! Fireball!!

Satan: Oh my, oh my… I suppose I shall accept this symbol of your burning passion! 

Arle: Urgh… Ice Storm!

Satan: Ahhh~ Such a nice, little breeze~

Satan: It is about time I returned fire… Disaster!

Arle: *screaming* AAAAAH!!

Carbuncle: *screaming: GUUUU!!

Arle:  Ou, ou, ou, ou, ouch…! Carby! Are you okay?

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Satan: Awww! Don’t make such a sad face my precious little Carbunny! I promise I’ll give you lots of pets after we’re done here~!

Arle: Hm… Satan!

Satan: Hm? What is it, Arle?

Arle: Um…Could you stand over there for a moment?

Satan: For what? Do you want to admire me striking battle poses for a little longer~? Hm~?

Arle: A little further right!

Satan: You mean here? How is this? Does this angle make me look especially handsome?

Arle: Yes, yes, that’s very good~! …Now, Carby!!

Carbuncle: Gu! GUGUGU!!

SFX: *Rubelcrack Beam*

Satan: W-WAAAAARGH!!! M…My eyes! MY EYES!! 

Arle: Perfect teamwork, Carby! Okay, Satan, we’re gonna go now! BYE~!

Satan: U-Urgh… N-No, wait… This can’t be… ARLE, WAIIIT!!

SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*

-

SFX: *still running*

Arle: *panting* 

SFX: *stops running*

Arle: *deep breath* Carby! We did it! We’re here!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

Arle: Now, let’s see… Where’s that Wishing Genies sealed? The only thing I can see in this room is some musty, old kind of pot…

Genie(muffled): Over here…!

Arle: Whoaaa!! The pot just talked to me!

Genie(muffled): Over here…! I am sealed within this awful thing!

Arle: Oh, so that’s how it is… Hey, so, I heard that you’ll grant one wish to the person who helps you outta there. Is that true?

Genie(muffled): Yes. No matter how greedy or preposterous your wish, it will come true just as you imagine it! Now, come on, hurry, open the lid of this jar!

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Arle: …Right, you feel it too, don’t you, Carby? I have this really bad feeling about this.

SFX: *someone comes running*

Witch: *panting* …Hold it right there!

Arle: Argh! Witch!?

Witch: *panting* …Now I’ve caught up to you! 

SFX: *more people running*

Schezo&Rulue: *heavy panting* 

Schezo: ARLE! YOU’LL PAY FOR EARLIER!

Rulue: ARLE! DON’T YOU THINK YOU’VE WON ALREADY!

Arle: And now Schezo and Rulue are here too!

Schezo: Now hand me that jar at once!

Rulue: Give it to me!

Witch: No, to me!

[The scene now descends into Schezo, Rulue and Witch incomprehensibly bickering over each other about who should take the pot from Arle. This keeps going as Arle starts to talk again.]

Arle: What do I do now…? Argh! I don’t have time to think this over!!

SFX: *jar being ploppen open*

Witch:  EEK! Arle already opened the jar!!

Arle: Whoa…! *cough* What’s with all this smoke? What is going on!?

Rulue: Kiii! What is happening now!?

Schezo: Wait…

Rulue:  Huh?

Schezo: Something is not right here…!

Arle: Huh!? The smoke is taking the shape of a person!

Genie:  Wa-Ha-Ha… Hehehehehehe!! You fools! Thank you for breaking the seal on me, the Genie of Despair!!

Arle: Huh?

Schezo: The Genie of…Despair?

Rulue: But did the legend not speak of a Genie of Wishes?

Genie: Hahaha! That was a rumor I spread to lure foolish adventurers here. And it seems my plan worked perfectly!

Witch: Then… It was all a lie!?

Genie: That is precisely what it was! I mean who in their right mind would grant you lots’ wishes!? I must say, watching you all be deceived by such an obviously made up tale and quarrel so gruesomely among each other was very amusing! 

The Group: *restless sounds*

Genie: Eheheheheh! My powers are returning to me quickly! Behold the great power that once spread poison miasma across the lands! A magic which’s destructive spells once drove out each and every challenger who stepped before me, and turned this area into a land of despair!

The Group: *more restless sounds*

Genie:  Now, you shall fear me! Tremble in terror! In thanks of breaking my seal, you all shall be the first to taste the despair I-

The Group: SHUT THE HECK UP!! (Gu-gugu-GU!)

Genie: …Heh?

Witch: How dare you deceive me! You sure have nerve!

Rulue: I’ll teach you to play with the dreams of a maiden in love!

Schezo: I have no use for the magic of a being as repulsive as you!

Arle:  You’ve REALLY gone and made us mad at you now, you know!?

Carbuncle:  Gugu-gugu-GU!

[Everybody is incomprehensibly yelling at the genie without waiting their turn.]

Genie:  W-Wait! Were you even listening to what I said!? *deep breath* I am an INCREDIBLY powerful Genie of Despair, who is going to-

Arle: EAT THIS CHAIN! Here I go!! Diacute!

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Witch: I’ll take over! Twinkle Dust!

Rulue: Very well! Concentration!

Schezo:  Oh, dark power… Tear Apart!

Genie:  *shrieking* What is this comet my eyes see before me!? W-Wait! Just a moment ago you were quarreling and snarling amongst each other! Why can you suddenly work together so perfectly!?

Arle: Take this! This is a special chain, full of all our anger! BAYO~EN!!

SFX: *BIIIG IMPACT*

Genie: WAAAAAAAHHH! *blasts off like Team Rocket*

Arle: *pants and sighs* Haaah… Now I feel a little better, I guess.

Witch: We managed to unite our powers wonderfully!

Schezo: Not by choice, of course, but I am also not surprised.

Rulue: Who would’ve thought that a party as prone to quarreling as us could work together so well?

Arle: Yeah, it’s scary how well we all synchronize when it comes down to it, huh?

SFX: *someone comes running*

Satan: Ah! Arle! What happened here? I heard a loud noise…

Arle: Oh! Satan! You only just got here? Your eyes aren’t hurting still, are they…?

Satan: Hmpf… I still find myself blinking a bit more than I should. But, much more importantly! I just saw a rather evil-looking genie come soaring my way. Before I knew it I’d caught it in my hands and sealed it away in a bottle suitable for the job, but where did it come from, I wonder? 

Genie(muffled again): No! NO! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS!!

Rulue: *squee* Oh, my darling Satan! As expected of you, you saved the day!

Schezo: Just throw the bottle out with the recyclables. Nobody wants that trash.

Satan: What has gotten into you…?

Rulue: That all aside… *sigh* What a waste. I came all this way hoping for a gorgeous wedding with my Satan, and now this!

Satan: R-Rulue… I think you just gave me the chills…

Schezo: *sigh* I too came here looking to increase my power, but it seems all the walking was for naught…

Witch: It’s mortifying! I thought I’d be able to use this as a pretext to finally become a fully-fledged witch!

Arle: Yeah, same here! Just when I thought I’d be able to finally get my hands on some good curry again!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Schezo: Wait…

Schezo, Rulue & Witch:  You were going to wish for CURRY!?

-END

#Neni translates #puyo pop #puyo puyo #puyopuyo #puyo #madou monogatari

[lemon8strawberry]

the ways in which you talk to me

“I forgive you.”

had me wishin' I were gone

“don't bother.”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #PLS SOMEONE GETS THIS #it's from the mr. loverman song #i hate it here #bye

[luvrrszn]

august

MIGUEL O'HARA x FEM READER

summary (a songfic based on "august" by taylor swift) you knew miguel wasn't ready for commitment. but you would take anything you could get. even if things didn't end well.

warnings mainly angst, a sprinkle of fluff, unrequited love (somewhat), mentions of sex (non-descriptive), non-descriptive reader, untranslated spanish (mostly pet names)

a/n my first fic ! i'm so nervous, but i hope whoever's reading this will enjoy it :) wasn't sure if the mention of sex required this fic to be marked 18+ as it's not descriptive, so i just left a warning. if there are any issues with my poor use of spanish, please let me know. and if you enjoyed it, please interact <3

masterlist

Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

Miguel O'Hara was a complicated man. You knew that from the very moment you met him. He made sure you knew that. Right before he kissed you for the first time, he said, "I am not a good man, cariño. You know that right?" You shut him up by planting your lips onto his.

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine

"Mi corazón, are you free for lunch?" Your sweet Miguel would text you everyday, and without fail the two of you would enjoy lunch together. To that you replied, "For you, I am always free." Not long after, he would arrive at the doorstep of your workplace, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand. You would wrap your arms around his neck and he'll pull you by your waist into a tight embrace.

"The flowers are beautiful, Miggy."

"Only the prettiest flowers for the prettiest woman." Miguel would reply, wrapping a hand around your waist as the two of you headed off to find a place for lunch.

You saw him every day, and day after day he would bring you flowers without fail. Miguel O'Hara would make sure you knew just how special you were. After a while, you thought that there might even be a spark of love. After all, his actions only proved your theory true.

But Miguel O'Hara's "love" was unstable.

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

Days where the two of you were tangled in bedsheets, cuddling after sex were long gone. You eventually settled for a kiss on the forehead after Miguel cleaned you up, before Miguel slipped out of your bedroom window.

Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it

After a particularly tiring mission, Miguel had come to seek relief. After a bliss-filled night, he rolled onto his back beside you and soon fell asleep. You couldn't help but smile as you glanced at his peaceful face. The world seemed to stand still when you were with him.

When you woke the next morning, Miguel's face was buried into his pillow, with him still sound asleep. The sun filtered in through the window, illuminating Miguel's broad shoulders and back. Scratches littered his back, evidence from the night before. How you wished you could write your name on his back, just so everyone knew who he came to during the night.

Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you

Every time you closed the door or window after Miguel, you'd call out, "Text me, okay?"

"Will do, muñeca." That was his standard reply. But he never did.

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

Then, Miguel asked you out for lunch less and less. Coupled with the reduced frequency of Miguel's late-night visits, all you were left with was memories. Most nights you spent settled on your couch with a glass of wine, thinking of what life was like when Miguel was just hopelessly infatuated with you.

What good times those were. Now all you had was the memory of.

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough

You don't know when exactly you started grasping at threads. Grasping for slivers of Miguel's affection. You convinced yourself it was enough. His affection was enough.

To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall"

You knew you were hopelessly falling for Miguel when you cancelled your Friday night plans for the mere chance of him dropping by. You waited and waited, your phone on the coffee table as you looked at it. That night, he never called.

So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no

Fighting with Miguel was the one thing you hated the most.

"I feel used, Miguel! You're never around, you only come for sex. I'm a person too, you know!" Your eyes stung from trying to hold back tears.

"We are not, and we were never in a relationship. We never will be either. I've made that clear multiple times." He said calmly. Somehow it hurts more than it would have if he yelled.

He delivered the final blow. "There is no "us", and there never will be."

You then faced the harsh reality. Miguel O'Hara was never yours, and never yours to lose.

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine 'Cause you were never mine, never mine

You recalled the times with Miguel, but this time without the hope of something more. This time, a bittersweet feeling filled your heart. You told yourself you would cut him off.

But do you remember? Remember when I pulled up and said, "Get in the car" And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call? Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all "Meet me behind the mall"

Remember when I pulled up and said, "Get in the car" And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call? Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all (for the hope of it all)

For the hope of it all For the hope of it all (For the hope of it all) (For the hope of it all)

Yes, you told yourself you would cut him off. But your resolve always crumbled whenever you saw him standing outside your door. You caved, and let him into your apartment.

It fell back into a routine, with you just living for the hope of it all.

#📓—juniwrites #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #atsv #across the spider-verse #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara oneshot #Spotify

[honeygrahambitch]

WHATS A HANNIGRAM CODED TAYLOR SWIFT SONG

The perfect ask doesn't exi-

I have prepared for this my whole life. Here is a list of hannigram coded taylor swift songs.

Look what you made me do

it's sexy and petty and it's the perfect Will Graham in salmon shirt revenge song but it's also very Hannibal in Mizumono coded.

2. I did something bad

perfect for both of them and especially for Will discovering that killing people makes him feel stuff that he shouldn't

3. Back to december (I am feral about this one)

perfect for them. chef's kiss. You can listen to it and think about Mizumono or about Digestivo, depends what kind of pain you want.

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

this is so Will Graham thinking about Mizumono and also Hannibal surrendering to the FBI cause he doesn't need freedom if he cannot have Will.

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This lyrics too because it's the tea cup motif, turning back the time, which is exactly what Hannibal wanted to do in digestivo. And also related to Will's regrets about Mizumono.

4. Mastermind

Perfect for them both, from beginning to end. Nothing to add than some very fitting lyrics.

I knew I wanted your body I laid the groundwork, and then Just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine It was all my design

5. Better than revenge (more as crack if you want to think of it from Hannibal's pov towards Molly lol)

6. Right where you left me

season 3b coded, breaks you to pieces if you imagine them and the glass wall in between.

7. Wonderland

I reached for you, but you were gone I knew I had to go back home You searched the world for somethin' else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

them in season 3a, Hannibal trying to replace Will with Anthony but it was in vain.

8. Come back, be here

Will grieving after Hannibal left

9. Hoax

there is so much to say about this one, I find it very fitting

My only one My smoking gun My eclipsed sun This has broken me down My twisted knife My sleepless night My win-less fight This has frozen my ground

(...)

My best laid plan Your sleight of hand My barren land I am ash from your fire

(...)

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart You knew the password, so I let you in the door You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark

you can think about all the pain they have inflicted into each other and each time they have betrayed each other

10. I almost do

11. Sad Beautiful Tragic

so so so hannigram coded

We both wake In lonely beds In different cities And time Is taking its sweet time erasing you And you've got your demons And darlin' they all look like me

12. Ivy (which is considered to be a very queer song)

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

13. Willow (a lil more cheesy)

14. The lakes

hannigram coded because they don't fit in the normal world. And the lyrics sound like something Hannibal would say

15. Vigilante shit

as petty and sexy as Look what you made me do

16. Bad blood

doesn't need any explanation

17. No body, no crime

for the whole arc of Will trying to convince everyone Hannibal framed him

18. Getaway Car

Mizumono coded

19. The Great War

twotl coded

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

(...)

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

and this part very Mizumono coded

20. Peace

they are both problematic for each other

21. The Alcott

describes the Uffizi Gallery scene. Like, in perfect detail.

22. My tears ricochet

23. Illicit Affairs

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

24. Last kiss

for when Hannibal is locked up

25. Haunted

26. Cowboy like me

especially because Will is from the south lol

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one

Hope this helps!

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #taylor swift

[oh-my-wolfstar]

Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 13

first of all, lets just acknowledge that yesterday’s song analysis sucked. I was tired and it wasn’t what I planned but oh well. Today’s will be better, also lucky number 13! Anyway, today’s song is Back to December from Speak Now. It is POV Sirius after the prank.

Your guard is up and I know why Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Even though Remus doesn’t hate him any more, he is still guarded around Sirius. He keeps him at arms length and Sirius understands. He understands that Remus trusted him and all Sirius did was betray him.

These days, I haven't been sleepin' Stayin' up playin' back myself leavin' When your birthday passed and I didn't call Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side And realized I loved you in the fall

Sirius can’t sleep bed all he ever sees is that night. All he thinks about is how he misses Remus. It’s like a part of his life is gone, and it is. Because Remus and Sirius had so many happy moments together. Sirius reflects on the time they shared and how he fell in love with Remus, right before it all went wrong.

And then the cold came, the dark days When fear crept into my mind You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

The pressures of war and family began to creep into Sirius’s mind. They pulled him down and he didn’t stop them. All Remus did was love Sirius and all Sirius gave him was a broken heart and a knife in the back.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry

Sirius misses everything thing about Remus; even seeing his face, now that Remus won’t even meet his eyes. He goes back to all the times Remus was there for him, all of his darkest moments.

Maybe this is wishful thinkin' Probably mindless dreamin' But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

Sirius knows that it’s improbable, impossible even, but if Remus forgave him he would do it all right.

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So if the chain is on your door, I understand

Sirius wishes he could change what happened but he can’t so if Remus won’t forgive him or even talk to him then it’s understandable.

But this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

But Sirius faces his fears of rejection and his stupid pride to apologize to Remus because he has to. He goes back to that night all the time.

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

Sirius learns that being without Remus, even at the pleasure of snape leaving him alone, is only pain. He wishes he would have figured out just how much he loved Remus before. He wishes he could go back and stop himself, change his mind, do anything so that he would still have Remus.

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[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

MINE

"Left a small town, never looked back."

"I was a flight risk with a fear of falling."

"Why do we bother with love if it never lasts?"

"Can you believe it?"

"The moment I could see it."

"I can see it now."

"Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?"

"You put your arm around me for the first time."

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter."

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

'We're takin' on the world together.'

"There's a drawer of my things at your place."

"We'll never make my parents' mistakes."

"We got bills to pay."

"We got nothing figured out."

"Do you remember all the city lights on the water?"

"I remember that fight."

"Everything was slippin' right out of our hands."

"That's all I've ever known."

"You took me by surprise."

"I'll never leave you alone."

"Every time I look at you, it's like the first time."

"I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter."

"She is the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Hold on and make it last."

"Never turn back."

"We're gonna make it now."

SPARKS FLY

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin'."

"I kinda know that I won't get far."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

"Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down."

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really somethin'."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world."

"I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would."

"Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow?"

"I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show."

"Oh, baby, smile."

BACK TO DECEMBER

"I'm so glad you made time to see me."

"How's life?"

"Tell me, how's your family?"

"I haven't seen them in a while."

"Your guard is up and I know why."

"You gave me roses and I left them there to die."

"So, this is me swallowing my pride."

"I'm sorry for that night."

"I go back to December all the time."

"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you."

"Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine."

"These days, I haven't been sleeping."

"I think about summer, all the beautiful times."

"Realized I loved you in the fall."

"Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind."

"You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye."

"I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile."

"Maybe this is wishful thinkin', probably mindless dreaming."

"If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right."

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't."

"If the chain is on your door, I understand."

SPEAK NOW

"I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion."

"You are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"This is surely not what you thought it would be."

"I lose myself in a daydream."

"Don't say yes."

"Run away now."

"I'll meet you when you're out of the church, at the back door."

"Don't wait or say a single vow."

"You need to hear me out."

"I am hiding in the curtains."

"It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be."

"She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen."

"I know you wish it was me."

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"There's my last chance."

"Horrified looks from everyone in the room."

"I'm only lookin' at you."

DEAR JOHN

"Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you."

"My mother accused me of losin' my mind."

"You paint me a blue sky, then go back to turn it to rain."

"I lived in your chess game."

"You change the rules every day."

"Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone tonight."

"I stopped pickin' up."

"I see it all now that you're gone."

"Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?"

"The girl in the dress cried the whole way home."

"I shoulda known."

"Maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame."

"Maybe it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away."

"You'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand."

"Run as fast as you can."

"You are an expert at "Sorry" and keepin' lines blurry."

"Never impressed by me acing your tests."

"All the girls that you run dry have tired, lifeless eyes 'cause you burned them out."

"I took your matches before fire could catch me."

"I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town."

MEAN

"You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use against me."

"You have knocked me off my feet again."

"Got me feeling like I'm nothing."

"You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded."

"Well, you can take me down with just one single blow."

"Someday, I'll be livin' in a big old city."

"All you're ever gonna be is mean."

"Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me."

"Why you gotta be so mean?"

You, with your switching sides, and your wildfire lies and your humiliation."

"As if I don't already see them."

"I walk with my head down, trying to block you out."

"I'll never impress you."

"I just wanna feel okay again."

"I bet you got pushed around."

"Somebody made you cold."

"The cycle ends right now."

"You can't lead me down that road."

I can see you years from now in a bar.

"That same big, loud opinion but nobody's listening."

"Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things."

"All you are is mean."

"And liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean."

THE STORY OF US

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us."

"We met and the sparks flew instantly."

"They’re the lucky ones."

"I used to know my place was the spot next to you."

"I'm searchin' the room for an empty seat."

"Lately I don't even know what page you're on."

"So many things that I wish you knew."

"So many walls up, I can't break through."

"We're not speakin'."

"I’m dyin’ to know, is it killin' you like it’s killin' me?"

"I don't know what to say since thе twist of fate when it all broke down."

"Thе story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now."

"How'd we end up this way?"

"You're doin' your best to avoid me."

"I was losin' my mind when I saw you here."

"You held your pride like you should've held me."

"I'm scared to see the ending."

"Why are we pretending this is nothin'?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how"

"I've never heard silence quite this loud."

"This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less."

"I liked it better when you were on my side."

"The battle's in your hands now."

"I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight."

"The story of us might be ending soon."

NEVER GROW UP

"It's so quiet in the world tonight."

"To you, everything's funny."

"You got nothing to regret."

"I'd give all I have, honey, if you could stay like that."

"Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up."

"Just stay this little."

"It could stay this simple."

"I won't let nobody hurt you."

"Won't let no one break your heart."

"No one will desert you."

"Just try to never grow up."

"There's just so much you can't do."

"Don't make her drop you off around the block."

"Remember that she's gettin' older, too."

"Don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs."

"No one's ever burned you."

"Nothing's ever left you scarred."

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room."

"Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home."

"Remember the footsteps, remember the words said."

"I just realized everything I have is, someday, gonna be gone."

"They just dropped me off."

"It's so much colder than I thought it would be."

"Wish I'd never grown up."

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[despairlyhope]

Mr. Loverman

Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru (SatoSugu)

‘I'm headed straight for the floor

The alcohol served its tour

And it's headed straight for my skin

Leaving me daft and dim’

the memories of yore keep haunting me– mnemosyne uttered a single word as it flashes in my mind, our moments of those yesterday when we were happy, carefree, and young. we never dared to think about our tomorrow as we didn't knew that a slight occurrence would change the rotation of the spindle of the thread of fate.

eris dropped the golden apple as the discord soon came after, the rift that was put in between us could have been restored– however, i didn't notice that you were getting further. the harmonious melody shifted into a cacophony– it was heavy, loud, and noisy, a series of sounds that i did not recognize, and it was painful to hear– the distortion that it created caused turbulence amongst us.

‘I've got this shake in my legs

Shaking the thoughts from my head

But who put these waves in the door?

I crack and out I pour’

i have received the news about you– how could you do something like that? how about me? how about us? did it go over your head, suguru? did it make you lose your mind? was i not enough for you?

‘I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I'm Mr. Loverman

Oh, and I miss my lover’

these feelings that i hold for you– holding the arrow that eros had shot through my heart, aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. she bestowed upon me, beauty and an empty void of love. i have beauty but at what cost? i am the honored one yet i wasn't important enough to change your mind. i am the strongest sorcerer but never in terms of your love.

‘The ways in which you talk to me

Have me wishin' I were gone

The ways that you say my name

Have me runnin' on and on’

that day we met again after years of parting, you called me by my name. it made my heart leap with joy– a tint of sadness can be seen as we are both standing on the edges, representing each sides— reminding me of we cannot go back to the way it was before. however, i have a duty to protect the people, they are relying on me— such emotions cannot be shown and should be concealed. i have a reputation to uphold.

‘Oh, I'm cramping up

I'm cramping up

But you're cracking up

You're cracking up’

oh the painful yearning that i am feeling towards you, it slowly drains me on the inside.

'I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

Upon this linoleum ground (Mr. Loverman)

I'm reeling in my brain again

Before it can get back to you (Mr. Loverman)

Oh what am I supposed to do without you?'

these emotions are slowly getting passed through the poorly made cage that i have built to imprison these feelings, your mere existence destroys everything that i have done to get it all under control.

as i rushed towards you, I can't help but wonder, “am i doing the right thing?” i am standing in front of your dying body— being a part of your last moments. reminiscing those memories of us, together. i stared at you as you smiled at me, clutching your bleeding shoulder.

“satoru, to think that you'd be the one here at my end.” geto stated.

i'll always be with you, in the beginning, in the middle, and in the end even though we're enemies on the last page of our story.

‘I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man (I miss my lover)

I'm Mr. Loverman (oh-oh)

Oh, and I miss my lover (Mr. Loverman)’

“trust? i didn't think i still had any of that left.”

the events messed up with your rationality as society and this entire industry changed your entire being with its fucked up system— traumatizing you wholly.

“i hate those monkeys but i never held hatred for those in jujutsu high.”

i didn't hated you either, i kept on loving and loving you— my love for you became stronger than before.

'I'm Mr. Loverman (oh-oh)

And I miss my loverman

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover’

”i love you, suguru. i'll miss you.” i confessed to him as his mouth widened for a moment, it turned into a laughter and shifted into a smile.

“at least hit me with some curses at my end.” he replied, still chuckling as his motion slowly stopped— indicating that he is forever gone in my life.

he was my lover, man.

right person, wrong time, not enough time.

but i have never regretted any of it.

it was magical, enchanted, saddening, difficult, and many burst of emotions.

i'll miss all of those especially my lover.

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[fairyofthestar]

mr loverman

word count: 1.1k

genre: brokenhearted!beomgyu, toxic!reader, unhealthy relationship, pure angst, breaking up

requested by: anon

the ways in which you talk to me have me wishin' i were gone

this wasn't beomgyu's first relationship, but at this moment, he was close to deciding that it would be his last. what once was sweet, turned sour in a blink of an eye and it messed him up. badly.

he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment where things started changing for the worst. all he could remember was that one day, he looked at the eyes he loved wholeheartedly look back at him like he was the bane of their existence—of your existence.

slowly, your melodious voice started getting sharper, creating big lacerations that covered his body until he felt too weak to go on. but he loved you too much, so he tried hanging on no matter how hard it was. he hoped that things would go back to the way it was again.

the ways that you say my name have me runnin' on and on

"beomgyu? where are you going?" your voice halted him in his steps. he turned around to find you standing there, arms crossed and a dissatisfied look on your face.

"yeonjun invited me out to eat with him. i won't be gone for long," beomgyu responded with the softest voice he could muster. being with you nowadays felt like he was walking on eggshells and he didn't want you to crack again.

you narrowed your eyes at him. "just yeonjun?" he nodded.

you scoffed. "i find that hard to believe,"

"i promise, (y/n). it's just the two of us eating at this new restaurant that opened nearby," beomgyu all but pleaded.

"can't you just stay here? please, beomie?"

your change in demeanor almost gave him whiplash. one moment your appearance was ice cold and the next, you were slowly approaching him with a pout on your face and puppy eyes that you always used to get what you want. the nickname was what got to him the most. the way that you would use that nickname on him made him feel weak in the knees. he could never deny you.

"okay, i'll go text him that something came up."

i'm mr. loverman and i miss my lover, man

beomgyu was tired. he was tired of being dragged like a dog on a leash, tired of feeling like he couldn't do anything on his own anymore. he knew that your relationship wasn't healthy and he couldn't let himself be subjected to this without a fight, so he started explaining his own side which greatly contradicted what you wanted. explanations turned into arguments, arguments turned into big fights.

you were fighting more than you showed love towards each other and that was the last straw for him.

"this isn't working out anymore," beomgyu finally said, standing up from the dining table. those words have been itching to leave his throat for weeks, but he couldn't bring himself to do so, not until tonight.

"i don't know what you're talking about," you feigned ignorance. he scoffed at this. "you know damn well what i'm talking about, (y/n)."

beomgyu was heating up. all of his emotions were bubbling up inside of him one by one, emotions that he had been repressing for a while now. even so, he wanted this evening to end peacefully, so he restrained himself.

"i'm tired of this relationship. i'm tired of how you treat me—how you speak to me. sometimes you treat me like.. like some sort of dog," pain was evident in his voice and you remained seated, watching him break down in front of you with a slightly bored expression.

"but you are my dog. you're beompuppy," you tilted your head to the side, face contorted in fake concern. beomgyu frowned and your expression slowly turned wicked, letting out a chuckle at his reaction. beomgyu felt like he was going to be sick. he couldn't believe that this was the person that he loved.

"what happened to you, (y/n)?" he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.

the corners of your mouth twitched upwards to a smirk and you shrugged. "you're just too easy sometimes, a bit dumb. it's fun messing with you," you simply said, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you finally show him what you have become.

"so all of this is just a joke to you?" beomgyu asked despite not really wanting to know the answer. you only let out a shrug, the smirk not leaving your face. he doesn't understand what made you start acting like this. did he do something wrong? was there something about him that is hard to take seriously?

beomgyu closed his eyes to compose himself. he was feeling overwhelmed. he didn't know whether to cry or scream in anger. there were so many questions that he wanted to ask, but there was one question that he wanted to hear the answer to the most. once he gets that answer, he would be out of the door afterwards.

"did you ever love me? genuinely?"

his question made you falter. it was a question that you had been avoiding to answer, even to yourself. you let out a sigh and avoided his eyes for the first time in a while.

beomgyu waited for your response in confusion. he didn't expect for you to hesitate on the question, especially while looking a bit conflicted because of it. you bit your lip. "truthfully? yes, i did," you confessed both to him and to yourself. "but it didn't last long and i got bored. now, i just treat you the way i do because i know i can,"

you lifted your gaze towards him and that was the moment where everything truly came to a halt. there was no saving the relationship now, and both of you knew it.

there was nothing that beomgyu could do except accept how things have become and hopefully be able to move on from this. he missed how you were before, but he knew he could never get that person back again.

beomgyu nodded, defeated. "i hope you can find someone who you can learn to love for a long time then," he picked up his bag from your couch and left your house without sparing another glance.

you couldn't deny the small sting in your heart as you watched him leave your apartment and your life. you had good times with beomgyu until you turned sour for a reason you couldn't explain. maybe you were always like this and didn't know it until that day you started looking at beomgyu and didn't feel like the warm rays of the sun were shining down on you.

you did not feel remorse right now, but a part of you knew that you were going to regret this for the rest of your life. beomgyu was once in a million and you wasted him because of your cold, corrupted heart and soul.

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[alexanderossis]

Maxiel + Tattoos

If I'm bein' honest when you look at me

It's like kissin' a million angels

And every tattoo's so intoxicating

From your neck and right down to your ankles

Max knows that they should be asleep. He can hear his father’s voice in his head, telling him that he needs to get at least 8 hours of sleep or he’ll be drowsy for the race and won’t compete as well. But Max has already won the championship and locked down the constructors so it doesn’t matter as much. Besides, it’s the last race of the season, he can break some of his rules.

It’s also Daniel’s last race, maybe ever. And that’s enough to keep Max wide awake. Maybe if he never falls asleep, the day won’t come.

And Daniel is looking at him, dark eyes soft and sweet and it’s so so much. Max can’t breathe when Daniel looks at him like that. So instead, he doesn’t meet Daniel’s gaze, letting his eyes and fingers trace over Daniel’s tattoos instead.

Daniel has the hotel blanket rucked up around his body, but he’s rolled over to face Max, leaving his one leg exposed. It’s easier to focus on the muscles in Daniel’s thighs, the way the black ink decorates his skin than to think about what all of this means.

Because even though when he thinks of Daniel, his heart beats faster, and he feels things he thinks most people would describe as love, he’s not really sure where they stand. Especially if Daniel isn’t going to be on the race track anymore.

Fifteen and sixteen, I had to be strong

Twenty-two, I'm still scared of it all

'Cause I know one day I could wake up and you'll be gone

As he traces Daniel’s thigh, he thinks about when they met. Max had never been the most popular kid growing up, all of his focus going toward racing and training and beating everyone else. It didn’t make him very many friends. At Toro Rosso, Carlos was always nice to him, offering to take Max for dinner or inviting him to workouts. But Max still felt like he was on the outs there. No one likes being the second driver, no matter what Carlos claimed.

But then he moved up to Red Bull and met Daniel and it was the first time he’d ever felt normal or liked by anyone he’d ever raced with. Daniel was more than a teammate, he was more than a friend. Max thought he hung the stars. And he never really stopped thinking that.

But the question that always circled his brain, poking him at the worst times: does Daniel feel the same?

And I'll just be lonely, missin'

Holdin' your hand when we're half asleep

Lonely, wishin' we never kissed in your backseat

And that's what scares me the most

Knowin' that you could just let me go

And I'll just be lonely, missin'

Holdin' your hand when we're half asleep

And that’s what’s scary to Max. Feeling this way about someone, much less about Daniel Fucking Ricciardo, one of the only people who’s ever seen Max for who he actually is is terrifying.

He moves his hands from Daniel’s thigh, grabbing his large hand instead, playing with his fingers, tracing over the number 3 etched in Daniel’s skin.

Sometimes Max wishes he’d never made a move. They were in Monaco, Daniel not going back to Australia over the short break, leaving them both some time to see each other off of the track. Michael was there too, which Max didn’t mind. Michael was nice to him, sometimes he invited Max to their training sessions.

Where they were going, Max can’t remember anymore. All he knows is that Daniel’s hand was on his thigh, both of them slightly tipsy from the wine at dinner. He knows that Daniel had smiled at him, and saw Daniel’s eyes flick to Max’s lips. And that was all it had taken. Max had climbed onto Daniel’s lap, catching a surprised but not disappointed look flash across Daniel’s eyes. He’d pressed their lips together, hard and uncoordinated. But Daniel, like in every other situation Max had ever experienced with him, had taken control, slowing them down, gripping Max’s hips to calm him slightly.

Max doesn’t regret it often, only at times like this, where uncertainty hangs in the air between them. When he’s forced to think about what it might be like when Daniel isn’t in the paddock anymore, when they don’t have hotel room beds to share. And he wonders if the loneliness he’s destined to feel next year will be worth feeling to have had Daniel for a few years.

Getting kinda tired of turnin' pages

I hopе you're not the type to pull thе same shit

'Cause you could be like everyone I've dated

They don't love me, they just want to see me naked

Daniel can tell that Max is on edge. He’s never the best at talking about his feelings, leaving Daniel guessing. And all Daniel can think is that Max is trying to figure out how to end this, even though this had never really been defined.

And Daniel had thought, or rather hoped, that Max would be different. That Max maybe liked him for him, not for his racing skills or his smile or his body. He was used to people getting tired of him after a while, pushing him aside for someone more exciting or more talented, or more serious.

With Max, it had always been different. Max was a different person with Daniel, a better person. With Daniel, racing mattered less. Even when Daniel had left Red Bull, even when he’d started to drop in the standings, winning less and finishing out of the points more, Max hadn’t changed. He still believed that Daniel was a good driver and he’d always told Daniel that he was deserving of the best things in the world.

But now, Daniel can only wait for the other shoe to drop. He’s out and Max is the world champion for the second time and it’s only a matter of time before Max decides that he can do better than Daniel.

Fifteen and sixteen, I had to be strong

Twenty-two, I'm still scared of it all

'Cause I know one day I could wake up and you'll be gone

Max traces patterns on Daniel’s thigh and Daniel thinks. He thinks about moving to Europe as a kid, knowing no one. He thinks about the way that he learned how to win people over, he thinks about lying awake in a foreign city, wondering if it’ll all be worth it.

He thinks about choosing to leave Red Bull, remembers the tears in Max’s eyes when he’d told him. He thinks about how he thought it would be over then, that Max would cut all ties with him, devotion to Red Bull reigning over everything.

And he thinks about how Max didn’t. How Max treated him the same way he’d always had. He thinks about how he doesn’t know what he would do if Max stopped thinking of him like that.

And I'll just be lonely, missin'

Holdin' your hand when we're half asleep

Lonely, wishin' we never kissed in your backseat

And that's what scares me the most

Knowin' that you could just let me go

And I'll just be lonely, missin'

Holding your hand when we're half asleep

He thinks about their first kiss, in the backseat of Daniel’s Renault, Michael driving them from dinner to a bar, the short break allowing them time to enjoy each other’s company. Daniel had been pleasantly surprised when Max had spent most of that break with him and not with Lando or another driver. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the moment that Max kissed him, shuffling over the armrest to crawl into Daniel’s lap. It was messy, too eager, and Daniel remembers thinking that it was the best kiss he’d ever had. He remembers gripping Max’s hips to settle the younger man, taking control to slow it down, savour it, remember it.

And then they’d just never stopped, Daniel too scared to define it. But now, laying here next to Max, one race left for Daniel (maybe ever), he wishes he could go back to that day. Wishes he would have made Max his right there and then. Wishes he’d ever had the courage to do it.

But instead, he’s here, worrying about the impending end, feeling Max’s deft hands tracing the number three on his finger over and over again.

If I'm bein' honest when you look at me

It's like kissin' a million angels

And every tattoo's so intoxicating

From your neck and right down to your ankles

But that's what scares me the most

It'll tear me apart when you go

Max feels Daniel clutch his hand and he reluctantly lets his eyes meet Daniel’s. There’s so much emotion there, and anyone other than Max might not know what Daniel is feeling, what he can’t say.

But Max does. He knows Daniel more than anyone. He knows that he has to do something here, knows Daniel is feeling small and down this season. If anyone is going to do something, it’s going to be Max.

He steels himself, letting himself clutch Daniel’s hand once more, letting himself look at Daniel one more time, letting himself remember what it feels like to love and be loved by Daniel.

And then he sits up, pulls Daniel’s head into his lap, runs his hands through Daniel’s curls, and says,

“Daniel, we need to talk.”

Read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43181628

#maxiel #0333 #3303 #Daniel Ricciardo #max verstappen #max verstappen x daniel ricciardo #f1 fic

[autigay]

Cowboy Like Me

After finding the farmhouse empty upon returning, Ellie sets course for Jackson to find her family again. Along the way, Ellie meets twelve year old Arlo. She’s scared, abused, and covered in blood when Ellie takes her in, and they form a bond that can’t be broken.

Back in Jackson, Dina is living life just going through the motions. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, repeat. She’s met a girl, Rowan, who makes her life a bit more interesting but she yearns for Ellie.

Word count: 2098

CHAPTER ONE

The farmhouse was painfully empty. Every decoration, every sign of life, swept away. Ellie searched the house for an inkling of her old life and found none. No note, no pictures. When it once smelled of a home cooked meal, the air was now stale and dusty. Warmth replaced by a freezing silence. She sat on the floor of what used to be the living room she watched Dina play with JJ in. She took in the quiet, her broken heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t worth it. Dina’s final words played in her head on repeat.

We have a family. She doesn’t get to be more important than that.

She was right, of course. But now Ellie’s family is gone. And she couldn’t even bring herself to get revenge for Joel. She wanted to be angry but there was no blame to place on Dina. She ran her fingers over a scuff on the floor. She couldn’t even begin to fathom what her next step was. Curling up on the floor, hand pressed firmly to the mark that she couldn’t recall the reason for, she shut her eyes. It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep.

***

Dina stood in the kitchen, JJ fast asleep in his cloth carrier strapped to her back. She hummed a tune softly, stirring a pot of soup cooking on the stove. Ellie reached out to touch her but it was like she was a ghost. She could only watch from a distant corner that felt devoid of any comfort. All of the windows sat open allowing a breeze to flow through the house. The screen door opened suddenly and then banged shut. Dina glanced over her shoulder as Joel entered the room. Ellie nearly choked, and croaked out a weak “Joel,” as he drew near. “Joel!” she yelled, finding her voice again. He didn’t even glance in his direction.

“Hey kiddo. Smells good.” he spoke only to Dina, and she smiled in a way that made Ellie’s heart skip a beat.

“Thanks,” Dina responded. “Trying something new.” She dipped the wooden spoon that Ellie recognized, that she had carved by hand, in the soup and passed it to Joel. He tasted the soup and let out a noise of approval.

At that moment, Ellie noticed the blood dripping from his mouth. It dribbled onto the spoon but neither of them seemed to notice. His face began to distort, his skull caving in slowly. He coughed, spraying blood on Dina’s face. She didn’t seem to notice. He suddenly made chilling eye contact with Ellie.

“Why’d you let this happen?” when he spoke, blood poured out of his mouth. Ellie was frozen. “How could you let me die?”

“I didn’t mean to,” her voice was scratchy and she held back a sob. “I didn’t, I didn’t.”

Dina’s head turned towards her. “You left me alone. I’m lonely, Ellie.”

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’d do anything to take it back.”

“You can’t.” they spoke in unison, and goosebumps rose on Ellie’s flesh. They moved closer to her, cornering her, looming over her. Joel’s face was becoming more distorted by the second. They were so close she could feel their breath tickling her face. Joel coughed again, blood splattering all over Ellie. It was unnaturally hot and burned her skin. She cried out and desperately tried to wipe it off of her.

Just as they reached out to touch her, she woke up.

***

Ellie sat up with a start, gasping. Tears ran down her face. She held out her arms to look for any sign of Joel’s blood but it was gone. Only then did she allow herself to let out her sobs. They echoed through the emptiness of the house. She cried louder, nearly screaming. She rested her hand on her chest, clutching at her dirty shirt, wishing she could reach through her skin to try and hold her breaking heart together.

When her cries finally subsided, she rubbed her face with the hem of her shirt. She knew in her heart she couldn’t stay here, but her next step was a mystery to her. As much as she wanted to go back to Jackson and find Dina, she was terrified. Dina could hate her or something horrible could’ve happened without Ellie there to protect them. If she never left, what would she be doing now? Would she be in bed with Dina, holding her close? Perhaps she’d be watching her sleep, her breaths coming slow and deep.

Or perhaps she’d have been eaten alive by the guilt of giving up her revenge plans.

Although she hadn’t followed through with it, some sort of door had been closed. There was a sick kind of closure to be had, the kind in which she knew she’d changed for the better. Despite her deepest desires to end Abby, she’d learned the hard way that it would never bring Joel back. Maybe, underneath all the bad, she did have a soul. Joel, Dina, her misdeeds…they haunted her nightly, threatening to drag her under the waves of her own mind. But in order to get back to Dina and JJ, she knew that she had to be stronger than those thoughts. Whatever the outcome of going back to Jackson, it was time to leave. Time to leave the farmhouse and all of the memories it held behind. Time to make up for what she did wrong.

She shrugged her pack on, doing one final sweep of the empty home for supplies. Still, she found nothing. As she left for good, she walked past what was left of their barn that no longer held the sheep she and JJ loved so dearly. She stopped at the tree where she’d carved hers, Dina’s, and JJ’s initials and ran her hand over the shaky lines. She committed the sight to memory and walked away, leaving the life she’d once loved behind for good.

***

The days to come were hot, the nights cooling off. The moonlit sky was a welcome reprieve from the harsh sun that beat down on her bare shoulders. She ran herself ragged, desperate to get back to Jackson and find Dina. She only slept when she absolutely had to, eating very little, and did her best to conserve whatever clean water she could find. She’d already come across a small group of roaming clickers, sneaking past them with relative ease. The sounds they made and the way they moved would forever unnerve her, would always remind her of Tess. Thinking of Tess made her think of Joel, and thinking of Joel made her heart hurt. The years had not lessened the blow of losing the only parental figure she’d ever really had. Especially without completely forgiving him before he was brutally murdered. The nights when Ellie did sleep were fitful and full of perilous dreams. Any trauma that she’d experienced in her relatively short life haunted her. Even David ran behind her eyelids, a building in flames, a grown man pinning her to the ground. In her dreams, Joel wasn’t there to stop her. She swung that machete until she physically couldn’t anymore.

After waking up from that one, Ellie decided she needed to sleep less. The amount of time it took to mentally recover from the traumatic memories cut into the time it took to make it back to Dina and JJ.

The days passed slowly, the sun moving overhead at a snail's pace. Her body was sore, she was starving, and she hadn’t had water in two days when she stumbled upon the cabin. It was small, and if anyone was inside she’d be able to take them out with ease. She quietly approached, sidling up to the structure. Drawing her gun and peering into the window, she took in a gory scene. Blood splattered the floor and walls, a body with multiple stab wounds lay motionless in the middle of the room. And a child – God, she couldn’t be older than ten – curled up next to the body, covered in blood. Ellie knew she was alive because she moved her hand up and down the arm of the corpse, as if she was comforting a friend.

Something tugged at Ellie’s heart, telling her she needed to go help the young girl. Who else would? People didn’t come out here often. On the other hand, she was still a few days away from Jackson and some kid could only serve to slow her down. With a sigh, she gave into her soft heart, tucking her gun into the back of her jeans. She walked around the building and gently rapped on the door. The child responded with a startled yelp, then silence.

“Kid?” Ellie calls, voice hoarse with disuse. She couldn’t even remember how long it had been since she’d seen another living person. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Suddenly, the door opens just a crack. Ellie was faced with a blood-covered meat cleaver sticking out of the small opening, one wide eye staring up at her. The blood on the poor girl's face makes her look all the more pitiful. Ellie holds up her hands in surrender. The door opens a little more, now Ellie can see her entire face. Not only is it blood splattered, but she has a black eye and a cut across her cheek that will surely leave a nasty scar. It looks infected.

“Hey, can I help?” Ellie leans down, getting on her level. She ignores the knife in her face. “You don’t look so hot.”

Her wide, unblinking eyes flicker wildly, taking in Ellie’s dire appearance. She’s covered in a layer of grime, and her tank top is blood stained. She opens the door the rest of the way, holding the knife far out in front of her, pointing it at Ellie’s vital organs. She was several heads shorter than the woman, emaciated, with deeply sad eyes. Ellie’s heart ached at the sight.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, kiddo. I want to help. What’s your name?”

The little one’s voice was so soft, Ellie barely heard her. “Arlo,” she whispered. “My name is Arlo.”

“Okay, Arlo, and who is that?” Ellie gestured to the man splayed out on the floor.

“My dad.” Arlo responded, tears filling her eyes.

“Was he sick? Are you sick?” The real question was, am I going to have to kill this child?

“No,” the little girl was whispering again. “He was hitting me and he wouldn’t stop. So I…” She trailed off, a glazed over look on her face. Ellie sucked in a deep breath. This just keeps getting sadder.

“Okay, don’t worry about it, it’s okay,” She tried to soothe the young one to the best of her ability. She walked in slowly, hands still facing out to keep the girl calm. “You can put the knife down, kid. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Arlo shakily set the knife down on a nearby counter and took in the bloody scene for the millionth time. She’d cried at first, but now she felt nothing. It had been a few hours since she’d stabbed her own father to death in the home she grew up in. The rug her mother had loved so much was soaked in blood and would surely never be clean again. The blood on hands had long since dried and was starting to flake off. She wasn’t sure what to say to Ellie now, instead just looking up at her with those sad eyes. So Ellie spoke for her.

“We’ve gotta move. Do you have a pack?”

Arlo nodded silently and moved to grab her go bag out of her bedroom. The two packed it with all of the non-perishables they could find in the quiet house. Arlo’s father had bottled some water he’d managed to boil from a stream not too far away, so she packed that away too. When the cabinets had been cleaned out, Arlo stood and took one last look at her childhood home. She was born well after outbreak day, of course, in this very house. She’d barely left the apparent safety of its walls, but evil lurked within in the shape of her father. Her eyes finally landed on the mutilated and gory body of the man that tortured her, ever since her mother died. Defiantly, she flipped his dead body off one more time and followed Ellie out the door and into the mid-afternoon sun. Into a great big world that she had never known.

#tlou #ellie williams #elliedina #elliedina fanfic #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou II #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller #ellie tlou #joel tlou #dina tlou #ellie x dina #ellie x dina fanfic

[tsukisdinoplushie]

THEY'RE EVERYWHERE😓

The ways in which you talk to me..

𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖..

Had me wishin' I were gone..

𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖.

#satosugu

[kraekat29]

Back To December

I'm so glad you made time to see me

How's life? Tell me, how's your family?

I haven't seen them in a while

Paige sat on her bed, acoustic guitar in her hands, she lost her best friend due to a fight, it was stupid really, she was afraid to admit how she really felt, now she paid the price for it.

You've been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

Your guard is up and I know why

A sigh escaped her lips as she set up the live, truthfully she loved Rudy, playing as love interests sparked something- but to her it was all fake and when he asked if she really meant it she said yes and everything fell apart.

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

You gave me roses and I left them there to die

She began to strum on the guitar, glancing out her window and still seeing the roses on her porch, she ruined things, she blew it and now he was gone.

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

She sang the first two verses, getting to the chorus, she didn’t even know if he was watching, all she wanted was for this awful feeling to go away.

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

Her fingers strummed the chords as she sang, she knew that she should’ve just been honest in the first place but the fear of rejection held her back, she kept reminding herself it was just JJ and Ruby, that she didn’t actually feel anything for Rudy. But that lie quickly went away once he was gone.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December all the time

Paige looked down as she sang, too ashamed to even face the camera, but she needed Rudy to know how she felt, even he came out and said he hated her, that thought stung more than it should’ve. 

These days, I haven't been sleepin'

Stayin' up playin' back myself leavin'

When your birthday passed and I didn't call

She finally lifted her gaze as she sang, her hair falling into her face, creating a shield of sorts as she hid behind the music, her heart pounded in her chest, praying this would work.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side

And realized I loved you in the fall

A stray tear slipped down her cheek as she sang, replaying every moment in her head from that day, she wished things could go back to they way they were before.

And then the cold came, the dark days

When fear crept into my mind

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

Her gaze dropped again, the words hit home and she felt her heart ache, how could she have been so stupid??

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

She sang the chorus with more purpose this time, putting her heart into the lyrics, needing the pain to go away.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

Memories flashed through her mind, Rudy was the only one to truly ever understand her, he was patient and didn’t mind working through her issues.

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

She thought back to when her aunt passed away, he was right next to her and held her as she cried, Paige had never let anyone see her that way before. 

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreamin'

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

Her heart pounded, she needed Rudy to know that she loved him, she loved him more than anything in that moment.

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

Tears streamed down her face as she looked into the camera, if Rudy denied her she wouldn’t blame him, she deserved it.

But this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

All the time

Paige strummed the final chord and ended the live, curling up in a ball and sobbing, she’d lost him for good and she had no one to blame but herself.

#Rudy Pankow #Paige Bailey #jj maybank smut #ruby routledge #outer banks #obx fic #jj maybank